Red butterflies in a secret corridor. They did not seem normal. Not with their numbers and the way that a cluster of them rested against the rows of weapons even though they appeared to be burning. Could the flames be part of an illusion?
Nellie came to a stop when she saw her weapon. The one that called out to her in that pool when she was made a knight. There didn't appear to be anything on hand that she could use to flick it out of the fire and safely retrieve it. Time was of the essence here. There was no telling when their escape from the dungeons would be discovered and she would rather face whatever came at her next with a weapon than without.
Stretching out her hand towards her weapon, she worried her lower lip with her teeth at the heat she could feel from the flames. There was no way she was going to walk away from this unscathed. Ignoring the warning bells that rang in her mind and the instinctive urge to pull her hand away before it was too late, she gritted her teeth and plunged it into the fire.
It hurts.
She saw and felt her skin burn when it caught fire, flames licking at her skin and causing blisters form and then pop. But she persisted, grabbing ahold of her weapon and pulling it out of the fire. And then the hurting stopped, her hand appearing entirely unscathed as she blinked a few times and looked it over. So it really was sorcery at work after all.
With her weapon in hand, she gave a small smile then started towards the corridor that was shrouded by darkness. They needed to get out of here first, regroup then decide on their next course of action henceforth.
[Exit to Corridor of Shadows]
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My character's name: Nellie Fenette Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Her hair is long and mahogany in colour, secured in a ponytail. Her eyes blue-grey. She is usually decked in light armour, preferring to pick at her enemies from afar with her longbow, only resorting to close combat if absolutely necessary. Rank of character Apprentice-knight
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2015 5:22 pm
[ Ridon ][ Enter ]
Red butterflies and torches. It was stifling in the corridor and all Ridon wanted to do was find his chakrams and get out. Many others were getting theirs, reaching into the flames and pulling out their weapons without harm.
He journeyed far into the cooridor before he found them. Hidden behind the flames, the twin metal circles sat, waiting for him. But... why was he picking these up? Just to keep up the appearance of being a knight? To fight who? Galahad? Morgana? The shadows? Was he just going to keep pretending for the sake of... what? There wasn't anything to fight for. They were all going to die, one way or another. Camelot wasn't safe anymore, not now. Not when the knights were turning in on each other and killing their own. When they were being manipulated.
Yet, wasn't that when they needed hope the most?
He was a knight of hope. He was no longer a knight of Mordred or Camelot, in his mind, but one of hope. If there wasn't any hope, they'd most definately die.
Ridon shoved his hands into the fire, keeping himself from screaming as much as possible. He gripped his weapons and pulled them from the fire, his flesh safe and unmarred. He had to be hope.
Otherwise what was the point.
[ Exit to Corridor of Shadows ]
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My character's name: Ridon Character's journal link:[ x ] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Ridon is a small boy, with pale skin and fine blonde hair. Light blue eyes sit in a sort of hollow face, and his cloths seem too big for his body. Rank of character Knight Apprentice
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2015 6:25 pm
[Enter]
Seeing a single butterfly in a castle was something to marvel at, its beauty clashing with the rough cut stone walls. But this was not merely one but tens upon tens of them, all congregating in the same place. They were a beacon to where the weapons lay, Damien surmised, jogging in to see people grabbing their armaments without fear of the flames licking at their fingertips, with nary a cry of pain to go with the action. He too could spot his sacred arms, sitting in the blaze. It had components of wood yet they did not burst into flame. It boggled his mind.
There was nothing really around to use as leverage to knock the spear out safely, except for his bare hands. Swallowing thickly, he hovered over the edge of the blaze, the heat was a dull one, but a clear difference in temperature than the cool surroundings of the subterranean room. It made the very air hum, or was that the cause of something else, Damien was not sure, only that the butterflies loved the flame, making him think they were part moth.
Every fiber of his being said not to do this, to not be foolish and turn back. But it was fine in there, and waiting. He had to try, and go with what he felt.
The young knight plunged his hand into the flames. and it was hot. it sizzled and licked at the bare flesh in a frenzy, diving into the blistering skin that cracked and broke open when the hand clenched around the weapon and pulled out hastily to a hand that was-
pristine and fine. No scalding marks, lacerations and burns that he was sure would go down to the bone. just unmarred skin that was slightly dirty from the jail cell. he was fine. But he felt stronger just from attempting that, a little more bold.
With the Naginata back as an extension of his arm, he was setting out to help however he could. Facing the darkness with the others.
[Exit]
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My character's name: Damien Gavenkrantz Character's journal link:Event Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Hair tied back with a few locks hanging in the front, simple tunic in his knights color, leggings and boots, and a feather in his jaunty angled hat. (Avatar holds an excellent example)
He's a male with a chip on his shoulder, a bit closed off but likes to stay focused on the goal at hand. Rank of characterKnight (1Dcool Sacred Weapon: Naginata (Black lacquered wood and gold) Sacred Points obtained: 22/100
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2015 6:30 pm
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The first thing Ignatius noticed about this corridor was the abundance of butterflies.
Why were there so many butterflies? There seemed to be more and more of them, the further he went, and it made Ignatius a little uneasy. Underground caverns didn't exactly seem like a place for butterflies, but then, nothing else seemed quite right about any of this. The Great Knights were losing their minds or were sidhe all along, they had been left to be executed -- but hey, they escaped! That was what was important, right? Maybe these red butterflies were signs of the outdoors being somewhere near here, and even if it was darker outside than it was in here, Ignatius would have appreciated the wide open spaces--
When Ignatius stepped towards the room in the end of the hallway, he was surprised to see that the red butterflies were clustering towards what looked to be several knight weapons. Were the red butterflies trying to beckon them somewhere?
Now when he thought about it, he could remember that Queen of the Sidhe Morgana had some butterflies with her...
Ah! One of the weapons he spotted was quite familiar -- it was his own. The weapon was tall, and stood out, a pike with a considerable amount of range. He needed to get that back. There was no way he was going to leave Caelestis there. He had to get him back. He ignored the useless humming in his ears, pushing through the butterflies towards his weapon. He saw a casket, but it was irrelevant, really. There were likely to be a lot of caskets these days.
What he needed was Caelestis.
His weapon appeared to be on fire, but he knew he had to get it back. It was calling to him. Ignatius put his determined face on and reached towards it, pushing his pale hand through the fire. He saw it burn. The flesh on his hand began to darken significantly, turning red first and then darker and darker as he moved. The sensation was excruciating, and Ignatius wanted to pull his hand back. He bit his lip, holding back a scream of pain, as he grasped the pike. Compared to the feeling of the fire, his pike almost felt cool to the touch.
His.
As soon as he grasped his pike and yanked it towards himself, the pain suddenly came to a screeching halt, as if he had never had it in the first place. When he looked down at his hand, he realized there was no blackened flesh at all. That was nothing? It was all just an illusion? Considering how much it had hurt, he was admittedly a little impressed. What kind of magic was behind that? Did it have something to do with the butterflies, or did knight weapons have some kind of protection system that he had not been aware of before? Of course, if that was the case, he was pretty sure the weapons of Percival and Gawain would have been on fire, too. Though maybe they had their own form of protection. Considering Percival and Gawain were Great Knights, their weapons also had to be more useful, right?
This particular corridor just seemed to be a dead end with a bunch of weapons and an open casket with plenty of room for someone like him. Ignatius didn't particularly want to take his chances here, and so he wouldn't. Placing his weapon over his shoulder in the traditional fashion, Ignatius took this time to go ahead and march out with his pike Caelestis, leaving this corridor behind.
He would need to find another route.
[ Exit ]
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My character's name: Yildirim Ignatius Svarog Character's journal link: [Here] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERIgnatius is surprisingly pale for all the time he spends outside, perhaps the only obvious reaction to his outdoors presence being an abundance of freckles peppering him from top to bottom. His hair is red and kept to his shoulders, usually down and free-moving like much of what he wears. He tends towards light armour, mostly to keep him moving fast--both to chuck his weapon and quickly retrieve it for a fast finishing blow. Rank of character 1d8
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2015 6:59 pm
As soon as the prison gates opened everyone fled, and Abbi happily joined the surge as she was not going to wait around and see if the guards would notice their prisoners had turned into escape artists. The way out was fairly straight forward, only the girl found that the path led outside and even before she'd made it past the walls there came the sounds of creatures fighting knights. It was a bit frightening, especially when Abbi realized she didn't have her weapon on her, and in her haste did not stop to really see where she was going. All that she knew was that there were three paths and the one she stood closest to was the left side entrance.
This corridor was lit with flickering lights that, given the previous sight of monsters, made the girl a little skittish. So when something brushed her hand she had no reservations about being a bit overdramatic in her response. Thankfully she managed to stifle the scream that wanted to pop out, but she wasn't able to stop the dramatic swing of her body which meant she did an impressive spin and flailed around a bit. Upon initial inspection she found nothing, but when Abbi finally let herself relax enough to begin breathing again, she noticed a small red butterfly fluttering against the wall she'd just been standing next to. "Oh! But... What is it doing in a corridor like this?" It was only a butterfly, at least it looked like one, but something felt strange about it. Unfortunately the girl didn't have anything else to investigate, and she wasn't going to spend her time chasing butterflies, so she shrugged and moved along.
The more Abbi walked the more she noticed the little flickers of red wings and the more she believed she was going in the right direction. This theory proved correct when she found a cluster of the little insects sitting around a stash of weapons. A sort of humming noise began to register in Abbi's mind, but she saw first her weapon, the sacred one gifted to her, and everything else was forgotten. In her haste she ignored the flames surrounding the weapons until her fingertips burned enough that she cried out and pulled her hand back. For a long moment she frowned at her red skin, then at the flames, and finally, after issuing a very unladylike curse, Abbi plunged her hand into the fire. She couldn't possibly just leave her weapon, she wouldn't leave it! Her devotion was repaid with success, and her hand was fine. It had been just a simple illusion and, she liked to believe, she passed the test. With her ranseur in her hand, Abbi sighed and gingerly held the weapon as she headed back down the corridor. "Nice to see you again, ol' girl. You miss me?" Abbi was quite content to pretend the pole-arm replied with a warm affirmative.
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My character's name: Abbi Killian Character's journal link:{X} BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A petite girl with bright orange hair that would touch the floor if she hadn't piled a large portion of it onto her head. Pale skinned and freckled all over with wide blue eyes that flit curiously over everything. Rank of character Knight/ 1d6 Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
Posted: Fri May 15, 2015 7:06 pm
[ Enter ]
Nkosazana did not exactly want to enter more corridors after she had escaped, but she caught the flickers of the torches down the Corridor of Fire, and out of curiosity, peeked inside and headed down the hall.
As she went down the corridor, the torches remained steady, but something else started to increase. Butterflies. Why were there butterflies? Nkosazana looked around warily, wondering if something was present she should be considered about, but she swallowed hard and kept going. She had already started talking down this way. She couldn't stop now.
Well, she could stop, really. For a moment, she stopped her march forward and glanced over her shoulder, before the nervous white knight strengthened her resolve once again and marched forward.
She found herself in a room with many butterflies protecting many weapons. Were those their weapons? It would explain where they had all gone when they had been brought down to the dungeon. Deciding not to question the magic of butterflies too hard, Nkosazana looked at the selection of weapons for anything that might have looked familiar to her, namely her shepherd's crook.
When her eyes locked on it, Nkosazana's face lit up. Unathi! Excitedly, she ran over, nearly stopping in her tracks when she realized that Unathi was not only surrounded by butterflies, but surrounded by fire. How was she supposed to get to Unathi through that? Nkosazana looked down at her bare hands and back up at Unathi, wondering how she was going to get through this fire. Leaving her shepherd's crook there was never an option, in her mind. Once she had spotted it, she had to get it.
And so, she squared her shoulders again. They had escaped the dungeons. Nkosazana had not died there. Certainly, she could handle this, if she could handle the dungeons! She clenched and unclenched her fist, before thrusting it into the fire, though it scalded her hand and made tears well up in her eyes. It was frying her, and it felt terrible. She was going to lose her hand if she didn't get Unathi first--
Aha!
She could feel her, now, even though she could have sworn the feeling in her fingers was quickly burning away the longer the fire licked against her fingers. Pushing through the rapidly increasing pain and grasping onto her weapon, she yanked it back with her, out of the fire. Unathi. With a smile on her face, she nearly hugged her weapon in her delight, before realizing something had changed. The pain was gone. She hadn't lost any skin or any of her fingers. Her hand was fine, and she had full sensation in it again.
... That admittedly explained a lot, considering her shepherd's crook had been wooden and had clearly not been burnt to ash by the fire itself. She should have known better. Nkosazana let out a quiet laugh, letting her hand rest with her shepherd's crook at her side. Of course it was fine. The fire had all been an illusion in the first place, even if the terrible pain felt horribly real in the few seconds that it had lasted. Just the thought of the pain she had felt made her shiver in distaste.
That was, admittedly, a relief. After that fire, she was quite certain she did not want to feel anything like that ever again. Nor, in particular, did she want to stay in this corridor with the other weapons and the butterflies and the likely additional illusion fire. Squaring her shoulders bravely once again, Nkosazana gripped tightly to her shepherd's crook and made her way out of the corridor.
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My character's name: Nkosazana Character's journal link: [Here] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERNkosazana has relatively short wavy black hair kept back. Her eyes are of a similar shade, and her skin is the colour of chocolate. She tends to dress extremely simply, even when armoured, which results in a methodology that seems to rely on no one nearing her physical body in the first place. Rank of character 1d8
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2015 8:28 pm
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Johan decided to follow the leftmost corridor, seeing light flicker some distance down its length. As he walked, he had time to think over what had happened to him out there in the Forest. The cottage, the erstwhile Order of Chicken Knights, the boy, Arthur, and then the frantic moments spent in the Dungeon.
He'd experienced magic! Johan knew it wasn't the first time, but by necessity, he couldn't remember the feeling of magic when he'd sacrificed his memories. The magic of that experience had cleaned up neatly after itself. It had been disorienting in the extreme to be out in the forest in one breath, and then deep in the castle dungeons in the next breath. If you thought about it, the Knights must all be a bit insane to think they could stand up to that kind of power. Without the Sacred weapons to even the odds, humans wouldn't stand a chance.
Johan reached a hand up to touch the haft of Tempest, and was alarmed to feel only air over his shoulder. A panicked look confirmed the absence of his weapon, and revealed that a butterfly had hitched a ride on his cloak. As Johan blink at the insect, another one fluttered past his nose, drawing his attention back to the corridor. A multitude of butterflies were here, flitting about the torches, and, when Johan looked closer, resting on row upon row of weapons!
Catching sight of his own glaive, Johan rushed over, wondering how it had come to be there. However, when he drew closer, he realized there was a problem. Some of the light in the corridor was coming from the flames that separated Tempest from Johan! Perhaps it was the low humming around him, but it suddenly seemed to Johan that Tempest needed to be rescued from the flames. As though it were a living creature who would soon be consumed. Taking a deep breath, Johan plunged his hand into the flames. Oh, the pain! He was trying to be quick, but couldn't look away as the flames burnt the skin from his hand and arm. His hand was a torch when he somehow managed to close his grip around Tempest, and pull it back towards him. His arm was a bright lance of agony! And then the pain was gone.
Johan blinked, and looked at his hand, which should have been a mess of smoking charred meat. It was fine! No pain. And he had Tempest back. Pulling back his sleeve to check his forearm revealed decidedly healthy, if pale skin. Disturbed with yet another encounter with the Sidhe magic, Johan swung Tempest onto his back, tempted to admonish it to stay like one would a dog, and decided to walk very quickly back out of the corridor.
[Exit]
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My character's name: Johan Klarstein Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Slim and of middling height, Johan is about as pale as they come. White-blonde hair, light blue eyes, and very fair skin. His emotions tend to range from mildly annoyed to full-on grump mode. Rank of character Knight-Apprentice. ** DONT FORGET TO DISABLE YOUR SIG WHEN POSTING**
Posted: Fri May 15, 2015 8:33 pm
[ Maple Enters ]
Though she wasn't sure what she was expecting when they escaped the dungeons, Maple wasn't sure going deeper under the castle was exactly it. Nor to find a fork with various corridors leading to who knew where (who built this place?) None of roads looked particularly inviting - like anything would - even to that road that looked like it could even lead outside. But staying by the separation of roads didn't seem to be the best option really so she found herself following the crowd to one in particular.
Maple lingered close to the others, yet didn't utter a word to any of them and kept her hands tightly clutching the edges of her cloak. Moving along was making her anxious; were they moving to their doom, further down and getting lost or was this another way out? Did the guards and other knights of of this place, they had to, and were awaiting them? There was much to worry about as she traveled into uncertainty.
What she did find was rather beautiful, in a very odd way. A cluster of butterflies fluttering about underground, no where one usually found such creatures. Maple stared at them, a little mesmerized until she noticed exactly what they were congregating around. Weapons. Their weapons. In flames. Maple's breathing hitched and she recoiled in on herself at the sight and whimpered when she noticed one in particular.
Her claymore was among them. The poor thing, it didn't deserve such treatment, what a terrible person she was; she had plucked it from the pool and put it in such a state now because it had been seized from her. Maple felt at a lose but then noticed others braving their way towards the fire and managing to pluck their weapons out.
Would she have such luck? There really only was one way to find out. Maple gulped and squeezed one eye shut and took one step forward. Followed by another. And another. Her hand trembled but it reached out none-the-less until it was on the hilt of her beautiful sword. The flames danced around her hand, it burned. It hurt, she let out a cry and pulled her hand out as fast as she could. An illusion, she realized when it was fine and let out a breath. She pulled her sword out and with her other hand, brushed it gently across the face of the blade.
I'm sorry... thank you for coming back.
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My character's name: Maple Ziege Character's journal link:link BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A small, meek, mousy brown haired brown eyed young girl. Maple is fond of hooded garments, so she is able to quickly pull them over her head when she feels overwhelmed. Rank of character Knight
Smiling at Camilla comment about sticking together, Shayne felt really happy and having that fear of losing her just erased off his mind as they were continuing down to the Corridor. Touches after touches lit the way from them and soon they both starting to see red butterflies flying around them. "I'm having a bad feeling about this." the redheaded boy told himself as he saw the lovely yet scary butterflies. However, the thought of turning around doesn't even pass his mind. As they got deeper and deeper more butterflies starting to appear. After Shayne heard Camiilla talking about theirs weapons might be here, then she just ran off deeper inside the corridor. Shayne called out to the cheerful girl. "Be careful Camillia. It might be a trap." Shayne told her as he was still following the girl.
"Camilla!" Shayne called out as he saw the girl just reached the flaming weapons. Worrying that Camilla's hand was burning to a crisp as a sickly feeling in his stomach began to turn. However, seeing the cheerful girl was okay after she pulled her hand out. The worrying feeling slowly left his stomach. "Thanks goodness." Shayne told himself with a smile. After a few more second, the redhead boy find his cross bow and reflex bow in the illusion flames. He took a deep breath as he reached into the flames that surround his weapon. "HOT HOT HOT! It burns!" He cried out in pain. However, he knew it was just an illusion as finally gripped his weapons in his hands and pulled them out.
after meeting back up with Camilla, Shayne was smiling to ear to ear with his cross bow hanging from his back and his reflex bow in his hand. He probably would be so brave with Camilla; which also helped the redheaded boy get his weapons back. After hearing Camilla's voice get softer. Shayne wrapped his arms around Camilla and began to hug her for a while. "I know, I got some of my memories of you back, Camilla." He whispered softly as his cheeks began to glow deep red colored. "I feel like that we are very close friends." He added as he was remembering that one memory of them playing in the sunflower field together.
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My character's name:Shayne McRotten Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Shayne's look's green eyes, shaggy gingery hair which is in a pony tail, and pale skin. Rank of characterapprentice-knights.
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2015 9:24 pm
[ Milo Enter ]
Milo held no objection with holding Noemi's hand since they managed their escape from the dungeon and made their way down into the the first corridor. Thoughts of recapture didn't cross his mind, he probably wouldn't have let them lest to damper any hope of making it out completely. It was a little odd that they had found themselves in a sort of labyrinth though, especially under the castle. What they were used for initially was what really wondered. Perhaps later he could find out, but for now he traveled with the small group.
He kept his gaze straightforward, only so often glancing at Noemi to feed her a reassuring smile and a small squeeze of her hand as the followed after one group in particular that was heading towards the left.
"Odd place for butterflies to call home," he commented, watching a few of them flutter about them. It was about the only thing strange about them to him, aside from giving off a slight hum, so he paid them no more mind as they continued. Because there was more to this corridor than a strange flock.
Others had noticed it before them and now it was their turn to find the pile of weapons engulfed in flames. And this was one of those situations that even Milo would have been hesitant to step towards; flames were dangerous after all, and not for even a fool like him to play around with. But those same knights seemed to have managed to retrieve their weapons unscathed.
"Doesn't seem to be too bad," he told Noemi and let go of her hand for a brief moment as took a few steps forward and plunged it in.
Milo almost regretted that decision as he felt the searing hot pain that met him, the armor that encased his arm made it worse, as if cooking it. It crackled, his gloves turned to sunders and peeled away to burning skin. He tried not to cry out, simply bit his lip and closed his eyes, gripped onto his staffed weapon and yanked it out.
And found his hand alright. "Not too bad..."
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My character's name: Milo Hale Character's journal link:link BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Milo is a tall young man, lean of build with short brown hair, bright green eyes and tan complexion. Always with a smile on his face and cheerful words. He likes to have at least one insanely bright blue item on his outfit. Rank of character Knight
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Finally after a few more moments of silence Camilla looks up and sheaths her sword before the Recurve bow in Shayne's hand caught her eye "Oh! You got your Sacred Weapon too I see!" she says excitedly least she assumed he wouldn't be carrying around such a fine looking Recurve bow instead of his crossbow "Thats awes-" she didn't get to finish as she suddenly found herself in a tight hug! Blinking in confusion for a moment smiles and returns the hug as he mentions he remembered things about her as well! However a curious expression crosses her face for a second as he mentions remembering a bunch of smaller memories... hm... maybe it worked differently for different people...
Eventually she releases him and pulls back as well while still smiling warmly however a bit of curiosity still lingered in her eyes "I only remembered one fairly short memory... But you were in it! You and a bunch of other people were congratulating me for my victory in a tournament! I don't remember the other people..." She says then pauses with a bit of a sad expression before continuing "But of course I remember you from our time as knights and it confirms something that I've wondered for a while! That we knew each other before! However just from the memory I couldn't tell exactly what you meant to me but after you remembering us playing in the flowers I pretty sure now that we were good friends!" she says cheerfully
Finally after enjoying the feel of having her weapons back and Shayne's company she looks beyond him towards the fork in the road "Hm... I don't think this way is the exit... We should go back and try another path!" she says musingly at first then excitedly before grabbing Shayne's wrist and dragging him out of the Corridor a gesture which somehow felt reassuring and normal
This was turning into quite the adventure!
[ Exiting to Corridor of Knowledge ]
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2015 11:52 pm
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The knight dressed in black walked into the room, first setting his silver gaze upon each of the torches that lit the area. Then to the butterflies that fluttered about the weapons that were scattered about. How peculiar. He thought, watching the butterflies movements as they fluttered about. Haze wouldn't have thought there would be that many down here in what were practically catacombs. But he didn't feel anything towards the appearance of the insects. Only hearing a slight humming sound. The young man would shrug it off, marking it to just be some reverberance from the corridor he had just gone down. As he continued to skim the area his gaze would next lay upon an open casket. Had this been a burial place for someone too? He thought it might have been a bit disgraceful to store weapons down here if it was. But no matter to him who may have been designated to rest deceased down here. It wasn't like it was his grave. Yet at the same time the white haired knight would still find himself wanting to walk towards it. His feet carrying forward only to be stopped by the butterflies rushing in front of him. His vision was blocked out as well as any more desire to advance closer to the casket.
Letting out a sigh he pulled up his red scarf to rest over his mouth, letting his curiosity quell as he put his mind to the next task. Finding his weapon. Looking against the wall he began to feel a sensation run over his skin, faint whispering ebbing into his mind. They weren't necessarily words, but more like some force was calling him forward. It was a very familiar feeling. Walking closer to each of the weapons before him Haze began to notice how each of them was engulfed in flames. But amidst all of the fire that licked upon them he sensed his own weapon. He had to get it, there was no doubt about it, but was he really prepared to stick his hand into the fire?
He had no time to thing, the calling was growing by the moment in his mind, buzzing as if the humming and flapping of butterflies just amplified the nostalgic sound. Suddenly his hand would reach out, feeling a burning sensation p***k and rip against his skin. Haze grit his teeth together, trying to keep his collected attitude as his fingers traced against his weapon. Gripping it tightly and pulling it back his hand felt the harsh sensation of burning soon fade away. 'A trick?' he murmured under his breath weakly. The sorcery they used in this castle were surely interesting to him.
As he would turn toward the exit of the corridor his eyes would catch a glimpse of a familiar face. The same face he had seen first in the great hall where the knights all gathered to have their meal together. It was the same girl who had been so gracious to give Haze food even if he didn't ask. Usually not being one for conversation he thought of just leaving without talking to her again. There was no reason to go out of his way to speak to her, but for some reason he found his feet moving on their own. And before he could curse himself for approaching the young woman he was standing before her. His scarf wrapped Naginata in hand. Pressing his lips together finely he took in a steady breath "H-hello" he attempted to say to Poke. If he was going to make conversation he certainly was going to start it off short. Not even knowing if she remembered her at all, this was quite a big risk he was taking.
My character's name: Haze Vix Character's journal link: [x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Stoic, Observant, Loyal. All qualities of the young knight in training. Possessing shaggy mid-length white hair with one side slicked back and cold gray eyes. Upon his torso he wears a belted black leather tunic with thick black chain mail underneath. Around his neck hangs a loosely hung scarlet scarf, while on his lower half Haze wears fitted black pants with knee high leather boots for ease of travel. Two belts wrap around his waist, holding a few very small leather satchels for necessities in travel. Rank of character Apprentice-Knight
Holding up her weapon as she prepared to set out, Poke heard a soft voice behind her, turning to see a familiar silver haired young man. "Oh, hey, I remember you!" She exclaimed in surprise. "You're from the banquet hall!" Wow, that seemed like ages ago. "Good to see you're alright...er..." She faltered. "..Whats you're name again?" She couldn't remember it for the life of her.
She then turned towards the two corridors, both looking just as unappealing. "How about we get out of here before the guards show up?" Indicating to a corridor, she sprinted down it at full force.
Exit to Corridor of Knowledge
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My character's name: Pokerus Character's journal link: Here! BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A girl with with shirt under a brown vest, brown gloves, dark leggings and a pair of boots. Has long brown hair and brown eyes Rank of character knight.
Lunar Chi
Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 12:43 am
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The sudden confident speech in comparison to Haze's soft voice set him aback a little bit. But it wasn't anything too terrible to get over. Narrowing his eyes towards the woman he would watch as she prepared to leave. Poke had undoubtedly asked for his name, but before he even had the chance to flex his vocal cords to speak she was already half way out the door. Looking down at the floor he'd let out a breath. There was no way he was going to successfully raise his voice loud enough for her to hear. So instead he decided to follow her, gripping his weapon tightly as they ventured down another corridor.
My character's name: Haze Vix Character's journal link: [x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Stoic, Observant, Loyal. All qualities of the young knight in training. Possessing shaggy mid-length white hair with one side slicked back and cold gray eyes. Upon his torso he wears a belted black leather tunic with thick black chain mail underneath. Around his neck hangs a loosely hung scarlet scarf, while on his lower half Haze wears fitted black pants with knee high leather boots for ease of travel. Two belts wrap around his waist, holding a few very small leather satchels for necessities in travel. Rank of character Knight
Shayne just nobbled at Camilla's comment as they began to head towards the exit. He was glad that everything was working out from them at the second.
[ Exiting to Corridor of Knowledge ]
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My character's name:Shayne McRotten Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Shayne's look's green eyes, shaggy gingery hair which is in a pony tail, and pale skin. Rank of characterapprentice-knights.
My character's name: Abbi Killian 
